After The Hockey Gods Stole His Tooth, Jack Hughes Played Like A Man Possessed And Saved The Devils' Season
Did Jack Hughes make a deal with the actual Devil? Did the hockey gods accept his gonzo front tooth as a sacrifice and allow him to unlock his full potential with his club in a 0-2 series hole (again)? Was it Jack's brother, Luke, making his playoff debut that gave him a little extra juice?
So many questions. The entire premise of the headline from Game 2 was based on many crestfallen women who lamented Jack Hughes having a noticeable gap in that previously picture-perfect smile.
New Jersey got worked in the last round of the Stanley Cup playoffs against the Rangers and lost the first two games, only to turn around and advance in six. Even though there's still plenty of work to be done before we call the Devils pulling that same trick again, we do know that Jack Hughes has suddenly valmoprhanized into a full-blown HOCKEY GUY.
Not that Hughes wasn't a fucking beast before losing his tooth, but DAMN. Two goals, two assists and four points in the playoffs from a guy who doesn't turn 22 till next week. Yeah. That'll do.
AND he's mixing it up with Sebastian Aho to show that these upstart Devils aren't going down easily. You love to see it from the young lad.
What do you mean "finesse" player!? Just wait till Hughes loses more teeth and gets that grown-ass man strength on him.
Very important update here, though: Hughes may be getting that front tooth back after all.
Ladies in New Jersey/NYC certainly dig this. But is Hughes going to lose his mojo by undergoing such dental work? People are already asking.
What a jolt of excitement Jack Hughes, his little bro and this Devils club sent through Newark and beyond. So much joy, blindingly brilliant hockey and a far more upbeat scene than it would've been had the Hurricanes gone up 3-0. To the point where our beloved Frank The Tank made it a whole 45 seconds into a postgame recap video without mentioning how feeble and pathetic the Mets are!!
No feebleness going on over here!
If you can distract Frank from wallowing in misery about the Mets, you've done something right. Congrats, Jack Hughes. Oh and if you win the damn Stanley Cup, there's no way you can get your tooth back. I don't make the rules.